Instead of backing away, or letting her run, he pulls her closer. Of course he does. Of course she shouldn't be surprised, and yet--
Despite her confusion and guilt, Ciri reacts instinctively. He wraps his arms around her, touches her face, and Ciri presses herself into the embrace like a child, a sob catching in her throat. Then another, and suddenly she's crying, forgetting there's anyone else around.
"Sorry-- I'm sorry. I didn't--"
The worst part isn't that she hurt him. Tried to kill him, even, though she's aware now that in this place (thankfully) none of that could really harm him.
No, the worst part is how alone she'd felt. How fucking lonely, empty, that nothing inside, the bone-deep inescapable knowledge that she'd been completely alone. Again.
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Despite her confusion and guilt, Ciri reacts instinctively. He wraps his arms around her, touches her face, and Ciri presses herself into the embrace like a child, a sob catching in her throat. Then another, and suddenly she's crying, forgetting there's anyone else around.
"Sorry-- I'm sorry. I didn't--"
The worst part isn't that she hurt him. Tried to kill him, even, though she's aware now that in this place (thankfully) none of that could really harm him.
No, the worst part is how alone she'd felt. How fucking lonely, empty, that nothing inside, the bone-deep inescapable knowledge that she'd been completely alone. Again.